Gwêl, O! fy enaid gwan, Yr Iesu dan ei loes: O'i fodd gogwyddodd Ef ei ben Ar arw bren y groes; Er gollwng pawb a gred O bob caethiwed blin, Fe ddioddefodd boenau llym, Heb haeddu dim ei Hun. Mae digon yn yr Iawn I gyfiawnhau pob un; Ni chollir neb o eisiau gwerth Yn aberth Mab y Dyn: Mae'r drws o led y pen I'r nefoedd wen yn awr - O! ddynion, dewch at Iesu'n llu, Cyn myn i'r cyfri' mawr.Thomas Rees 1815-55 Tôn [MBD 6686D]: Dinbych (Joseph Parry 1841-1903) |
See, O my weak soul, Jesus under his anguish! Voluntarily he bowed His head On the rough wood of the cross; In order to release all who believe From every grievous captivity, He suffered sharp pains, Without deserving any Himself. There is sufficient in the Atonement To justify every one; None is to be lost from lack of worth In the sacrifie of the Son of Man: The door is open wide To the blessed heavens now - O men, come to Jesus as a throng, Before going to the great accounting!tr. 2016 Richard B Gillion |
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